BitOHoney

trying to be friends with jorick while he is outwitting some randumb

Space does not exist

i have seen space in a picture, therefore on some level it exists. even if it just exists as a image, or even only some fragment of a long dream, i have perceived it, so it must be real in some way

HamburgerHelper: The glove comes off

im just joking im not him i wish i was though

Spam an adventure tween worlds part 16; farts callin

"hmm, your skill is most impressive, for a kid." the mysterious cloaked man chuckled.
"Don't listen to him broby, you are a man!" Said Azarthes from the bleachers.
The cloaked man sighed. "It matters not. You have come far to defeat me, you are strong."

"Do you really mean it?" Assked Broby, letting down his ssword.

"Yes, you have fought hard. It is only fair that I offer you....A SWIFT DEARTH""

Suddenly the man drew out his poison dagger and slashed Broby in the chest. Broby fell with a thud, gasping for air, as the poison spread throughout his system. "I have infected you with deadly pelican venom. You will be dead in mere minutes.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO0OOOOOOO" said azarthes. He ran down the bleachers onto the foleyball court. "Broby, it's gonna be okay don't worry."

Suddenly azarthes heard a chk chk sound right behind him. It was the cloaked man and he shot azarthes in the back! He fell down. "Well, I guess this is the end old buddy" said Broby. "We got close didn't we?"

"Yes" responded azarthes "we had a lot of adventures,..,. Wait! Remember that magic pouch Nat gave you all those years ago?"

"Yes" said Broby "but it's my only memory I have of him."

"BROBYm ..nat... Remember what he said. He has said only use it when you need it the most."

"Ok ok I'm doing it."" Then

Then Broby took out a small pouch. He carefully removed the twist tie and opened the pouch. Out came an orb of pure energy. It sang the song of summoning teleportation "la la la la la la la la la la you have given us water, we give you our raincoats. Along the skiess of gray and the seas of blue, we call down the energy of the earth sea and sky. Our friends are in trouble la la la so we ask for your help"

Then the orb exploded into a blinding white light. The heroes could feel a presence. It spoke. "I have summoned the men who have the true spam spirit, may they help you on your way. "

"Teoinsanity, masster of cartoon physics"

"Areyoumymummy, doctor who No. 1 fan"

"Hamburgerhelper, master of brand names"

"Dervish, Battleblock theatre player"

"And Jorick, argument winner master"

From the light, 4 people appeared.

"Thank goodness" Saidazarthess. "Wait where is jorick?"

That's right everyone but jorick was teleported. "Wait" said the orb "it's impossible, but my radar says he is already in the room.

The cloaked man sighed. He slowly removed his hood. It was jorick!

"Jorick...why?" Asked Broby

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to be in control of spam. I'm the leader they need."

"Jorick... Not like this."

Suddenly jorick pulled out a flamethrower and started torching everyone. Azarthes gathered all of his remaining strength and pushed Broby down into the time well. "GO BACK TO 2013! MAKE SSURE MAHZ PAYS HIS SERVER FEE! IF OLDGUILD DOWSNT FALL NONE OF THIS WILL HAVE TO HAPPEN"

Broby fell into the time well. He took one last look at what jorick had created. And then he hit the water...

THE END

thank you everyone for a long running series's I hope you enjoyed it it would not have been possssible without you.

where does the "blah blah 2: blah harder" thing come from

I cant really search it up since nothing would come up, and ive been wondering for a long time now

share something about yourself!

Sometimes I play with action figures

Would You Rather

Space.

Would you rather have Grim from Billy and Mandy as your best friend forever, or have the entire kids next door facility to yourself?

Hey azarthes

Come with me, we'll go and see a place called Candied Island!

Spam Fic: A Journey Of Kings

Preface: Fire In The Rubble

As seasons passed in the quiet town, Nobody could help but feel as if the world was withering. The buildings seemed more neglected, as if they had given up. Perhaps it was the forgotten traditions, which once defined the town, or the absence of a once lively community. Either way, Jorick had chosen to forget this decrepit hamlet long ago.

The only memory stricken was from behind the varnished windows of Broby's inn. No, sorry, Broby's Drink N' Sleep , Jorick chuckled to himself.

Before him, a man stumbled down the inn's doorstep, collapsing to his knees. The unfamiliar character looked up at Jorick, his misty consciousness clearly processing something. "IWAKU LOVER!" the man's scream disrupting the air's silence.

The squeaky door of the tavern swung open. "Out! Get out of here you disgusting newfag!"
A broom completed the man's journey to the ground, shoving him into the loose gravel road. His crumpled body made no comeback, other than a light snore.

Broby faced Jorick, for a moment, he allowed the silence to return. "I wasn't sure you were coming this time."

"It has been a month, I always come."

"But maybe not this time. The reason has been shrinking, and the path's danger has been growing."

"I always come."

Before long, Jorick found himself on a cheap stool in a rather run down, yet familiar tavern. A cup of mead slid up to him. Broby looked at his friend. "I am tired, Jorick."

"We all are." He studied the design of the glass in front of him, memories of this place flashed through his mind.

Broby sighed, poured himself a drink, and took a swig. "I'm selling the place. I leave tomorrow."

Nobody spoke for minutes. Jorick finished his drink. From his pocket, he placed 5 gold pieces on the counter. "I'll take the loft."

Broby opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself. He simply nodded, and watched his old friend disappear up the staircase.

The loft was a musty, humid room, consisting of a bed, a nightstand, and a small lantern. The room was obviously meant for storage, but certainly not housing. The lantern only seemed to illuminate a third of the area, and every movement tempted a squeak in the floorboards that could wake the entire building. However, it didn't seem to bother Jorick; for tonight, he was bound to his thoughts. He was puzzled as to why he returned to this place every month. All of his most trustworthy allies had either joined the Iwaku citadel with him, or left to uncharted lands, beyond Guild country. Nothing was left for him here, it had simply become a rest stop for unreputable citizens of the guild, trying to make their way to some other sub-city.

His thoughts slowly slurred into meaningless phrases, until he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

Jorick woke up to intense knocking on his door. A French accent yelled for him outside. He slid out of bed, and made his way to the door, his arms out to protect himself from anything in the sea of darkness. He opened the poorly handmade door, revealing a man in a red suit and mask, a man Jorick knew all too well.

Summer vacation is here...!

I got no deeds to do no promises to keep